|These old VW bugs are absolutely everywhere. And I love it.|
The señoras who are on the hospitality staff cooked a huge meal for everyone, to celebrate two birthdays, our bienvenidas, and a despedida for Jill (who's been a co-director here for... like a year? two years?). Desafortunadamente, Linet didn't feel so well, so we missed her on our recorrido with Jim. Molly and I went to Coyacán, a neighborhood that used to be really its own city until the Monstruo that is Mexico City sort of swallowed it up. It was really pretty, reminded me of Granada in some ways. It's more middle class and upper-middle class, whereas our neighborhood is lower-middle and working class, so it's cleaner and calmer and generally prettier. I felt sort of weird about liking it a little better than our neighborhood - I want to be the person who identifies with a culture that's really different from my own or something. But I've been realizing that there is just as much consumerism and stuff here as in America, so I don't know.
|Mah first Mexican beer. Super delish.|
Then we just paseo-d it up, wandering all around through other plazas and markets, and stopped for a drink for a while and watched people go by and some guys played old Spanish love songs on some pretty guitarras. People were kind of dressed up. Unlike a lot of the people I've seen in the Centro, I felt like most of the people I saw in Coyacán looked pretty American. Like, I wouldn't notice them as different-looking if I saw them in the street. I guess they were generally taller and lighter-skinned than the populace closer to the Casa, which I guess makes sense if the neighborhoods divide by class. Hm...
|I need these. In a big way.|
So today we're all pretty exhausted, but we went with Jim to a really awesome art market thing that happens on sábados, I guess they call it a bazaar. There was lots of really exciting brightly colored stuff, and my new life plan is now to forget about social justice work, and just focus on getting really rich so I can buy all the big bright arty art things. Nom. Molly is meeting with her internship person now, and I think Linet and I are going to go out to lunch with Jim pretty soon. Tonight, a gathering at Nico and Jill's piso, and tomorrow, PYRAMIDS. I. Am. So. Excited. And, you know, completely exhausted.